Hmmmmm....

I wrote something last night, and its was weird. Not the thing i wrote, that's something completely different. But i think its weird that i wrote it. I mean, this thought just popped into my mind at the end of last block yesterday. Then, later that night, i was listening to my music, and I though of it again, so i wrote it. But... i dunno... i feel kinda bad. not bad, just weird. not even weird tho. Its like, i'm kinda sorry i wrote it, but in an apoligetic way. i don't know why. i sent the story to karen, even tho it was un-edited, and she liked it. I think i made it better. not that i really should have. i kinda want to write more, but there is no more to write, ya know?

ok, i don't know if you're confused by my ramblings, but i know that i am.

i think i'm gonna go panic now.

later.